You walked into a vinyl shop, which was designed like every single other building on this street: bright and so… so very pink.

The person that caught your eye was a man about your age, dressed in all black. You quickly went to him, looking at the messy sleeves of vinyls. Nothing peaked your interest like him.

“Yo.” He looked at you, acting like you were his best friend. “Which one do you prefer?” He flipped between two vinyls: Queen and Madonna.

“Orr… Both? Hmm?” He waited, staring…